About a year ago I was told I was going to die at age 68. I am 62 at present. This was before I was diagnosed with cancer 7 months ago. After treatment I am doing well. I will need to take meds for the rest of my life. My Dr talks about me living 20 years. I haven't told what I know. I want to deny the voice that told me but she has been right all my life. Part of me is ok with it but sometimes I am so sad that I am not able to do the things I used to. I can't plan beyond 6 years and the reality of that is sometimes crushing. We all go at some point but for it to be so measured changes my thoughts of possibilities. It causes me to think on a smaller more manageable scale. This is new for me. When I didn't know when I was going to die I had for ever. It's difficult. Many of my friends have passed so I know I will not be alone. But I don't feel like I am done living yet. I still feel like I have more to do.